Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 152 The final charge
The mouth of the Wender was crowded with Viserys's hastily arrived fleet.

A mile away, huge scorch marks of fire lay across the path of Stannis's host as it marched north.

The marks left on the land by the blazing flames were so horrific that two carriages could run side by side across the width of the land. The land and forest were divided into two parts by the huge scorch marks, leaving the ground charred and devastated.

The land and forest smelled like they had been scorched by fire.

On this huge scorch mark, the flames burned out a huge V-shaped intersection in a conspicuous position.

One path goes left, one path goes right.

To the left, there is a huge pit in front. From the left end of the V-shaped mouth, the Targaryen fleet at the mouth of the river can be seen in the distance. The army has built a temporary camp on a high point on the shore. They seem to have just arrived not long ago. There are even ships using small boats to transport soldiers ashore.

The warehouse built in the camp had not yet been completely completed.

There, in addition to the Targaryen king's banner, there was also the Baratheon banner without the flaming heart.

To the right is a low hill leading to the edge of the Imperial Forest.

A gigantic three-headed beast that was more than ten feet tall was squatting on the top of a low hill, with its three terrifying heads looking over here.

Lady Melisandre was in the center of the group, and couldn't help but squint at the three-headed dragon atop a low hill in the distance to her right.

She tried her best to see clearly the giant dragon and the person on it.

She was very sure that her burning magic hit the dragon yesterday, and the shadow killer also attacked the people on the dragon.

But the dragon was unharmed, and neither were the people on it. This was beyond her expectations, and she couldn't understand it.

At the head of the march, King Stannis rode silently to the right.

Behind him, King Stannis's lords and knights looked at each other.

Stannis's squire, Baran Fallin of the Fallin family, looked back at his father, then rode his horse with a determined look to catch up with Stannis.

Sir Gilbert Farling looked at his son and chose to ride silently without hesitation. The more than one hundred soldiers of the Farling family were stunned and didn't know what to do. They were the dead soldiers trained by the Farling family and were willing to die for the Farling family, but this act of sending themselves to death without a chance of winning was a
"Cowards," Gaudi Farin of the Farin family laughed, "From now on you will have to call me the Dragon Slayer!"

As he said that, he followed.

Gradually, the soldiers of the Farin family followed in scattered groups, forty archers, a dozen lancers, and two teams of spearmen.

"Seven Hells!" Justin Massey was once Stannis Baratheon's advisor, and now all the narrow sea lords in the queen's party follow his lead. "Must you die? If you all die, who will Lady Shireen rely on to help her rule the Stormlands?"

He blushed a little after he finished speaking, but still spurred his horse to the left.

Lord Bal Emmon of Pointed Horn, Ser Triston of Fushan Castle, and a group of narrow sea lords and their soldiers who had been taken to Storm's End began to move to the left with them.

Richard Hope was the king's guard. He let out a long sigh, as if he had finally figured something out: "I am ashamed of my hesitation." Then he rode his horse to the right.

There were also a group of people from the Queen's Party, including Meryl, Perkin of the Flood family, Sir Lambert Whitewater, and even Clutton Song, who believed in the Lord of Light simply because he liked to see others burned alive as a sacrifice, all looking at Melisandre.

But before Melisandre made her choice, the royalists made theirs first.

Andrew Estermont looked at his father, Romas Estermont, and shook his head, then he rode to the right in silence. He had been Stannis's squire.

Sir Lomas watched his son and heir go away in silence, then spurred his horse to the left.

Roland Storm sighed and finally chose to follow Ser Romas to the left. Most of the royalists first voted for Renly and then for Stannis. Now that Stannis's kingdom has been defeated, their choice is understandable.

The Stormland families including Gower, Buckler, Granderson, and Fair followed closely behind and turned left.

As the Stormland family made the decision to move left, more people chose to follow.

The troops split here, with the majority heading to the left, and only three or four hundred men following Stannis to the right.

Melisandre stood at the fork in the road for a long time, and saw that many of the "steadfast" queen's party began to waver and followed the trend to the left.

When there were less than a hundred people left in the party waiting for her to make a decision, the lady said in her unique oriental accent: "Everything is arranged by the Lord of Light! The night is dark and full of dangers."

She turned right, choosing to follow Stannis as he walked away.

Those who turned to the left soon saw the place for surrender. Shireen Baratheon, accompanied by more than 200 fully armed guards, stood on a high platform of the fortress that had not yet been completely completed. Below was a huge pit.

Next to Shireen, one can see many knights of the Florent family who stayed behind on Dragonstone, as well as the Onion Knight Davos and the knights rescued on the Blackwater River.

Shireen tried to maintain her dignity, but she couldn't see her father in the procession coming towards her: "Ser Davos, have you seen my father?"

Davos didn't know how to answer for a moment: "Princess Shireen. No, Lord Shireen, I'm sorry, I didn't see your father."

Davos was momentarily dazed as he watched the long column of Stormtroopers approaching and saw them discard King Stannis's flaming heart banner at the intersection near the camp and take up Shireen's Baratheon banner instead.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the east. Although the area was covered by the dense forest of the Royal Forest, he could vaguely see the upper half of the dragon driven by King Targaryen.

He stroked the short fingers hidden in his gloves and suddenly thought that perhaps he should wait for King Stannis at the intersection and then follow the king to the right to face the dragon.

But he was with Shireen now, because it was Shireen who asked King Targaryen for a pardon, and they were freed from the black prison on Dragonstone. They were now sworn knights of Shireen Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, who was made Lord Targaryen's knight.

He has lost four sons to King Stannis.
After this incident, he decided to return to Cape Wrath, to his gentle wife Maria, to mourn his dead sons with her, and to raise the living ones. He would be loyal to Duke Shireen like an ordinary Knight of the Stormlands, and would no longer care about the king and the war unless he was called upon.

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To be honest, Viserys never thought that Stannis would choose to come out and die.

Based on the information sent back by the scouts sent out from Dragonstone, it is clear that Stannis is letting things go badly at Storm's End, waging war on his military might, and allowing the situation in the Stormlands to deteriorate.

He had originally thought of joining forces with Dorne to conquer the Stormlands after his marriage, but he had no idea that Stannis was so daring and chose to challenge the dragon on the plains. Melisandre was indeed a killer move, but she was still slightly inferior in the end.

The being that sat on Viserys now was not a person but a rag doll stuffed with wild goat hair and with a wooden frame.

Perhaps facing the strange red woman, Viserys dare not let Daenerys continue to disguise herself as him.

This rag doll was sewn by Daenerys herself, using the fur of wild goats slaughtered by Nightfire in the fields of Dragon Mountain. It was wearing a half-plate and helmet that Viserys had taken off, and was tied to a raised scale on Viserys' body by Daenerys herself.

Viserys witnessed Melisandre's strange shadow killer, the shadow looked like a dark and evil human, with a dark and strange magic to form a terrifying shadow dagger. The shadow killer appeared very strangely, crawled onto Viserys' back from nowhere, pierced the heart of the rag doll, and cut the throat of the rag doll.

The method was strange and terrifying. Viserys couldn't imagine whether Daenerys could defend against such a strange attack if she really pretended to be him.

When they went back yesterday to have Daenerys repair the doll, they were horrified to find that the wooden frame inside the doll had been cut by something sharp, and the cut was incredibly smooth. Even the sharpest blade they had ever seen could not have cut such a smooth cut.

At the same time as the Shadow Killer attacked, a wave of evil cursed magic power surged in his magical body.

Viserys was already very familiar with that curse-like magic, just like the malicious curse on a dragon bone sapphire and the cursed magic from the Dragonbinder's horn that crawled all over his body.

The magic power of the curse did not have time to explode in his body before it was surrounded by the huge otherworldly magic power of the dragon's body.

Even so, Viserys was afraid.

He had thought of various situations before going into battle, but Melisandre's attack method was still beyond his expectations.

Gradually, those who still chose to fight with Stannis gathered on the plain below the low hill where Viserys lay, and they began to form up when they were about seven hundred yards away from Viserys.

Viserys counted about four hundred men, more than he had expected.

Most of them were cavalry, and quite a few were knights from various families. Many of the cavalry were knights' squires who had to follow their lords for the sake of honor. Some were diehard believers in the King of Light and the queen's loyalists. Others were obviously forced infantrymen. These infantrymen were sergeants of the Falleen family and Stannis. They were martyrs bound by the sacred oath of death and had to go.

Even if they surrendered, the death of their master would mean that they would lose the capital to survive in this world, and no one would trust them anymore. They only had two choices: to be a deserter or to die with their master.

In this era, there are still people who do not take death that seriously.

Viserys crouched on the low hill like a castle.

The dragon's power of deterrence was fully demonstrated on the plains.

But these people were still arranging their formations in a tense and orderly manner.

The trumpet sounded.

"Array up!"

The cavalry began to line up at the shout of Sir Gilbert Farling.

They first formed a wedge-shaped cavalry formation, but perhaps realizing that they would be targets if they were too concentrated, they quickly dispersed again and changed their formation to a straight line.

The cavalrymen, holding lances, gradually formed a line.

Archers and shield soldiers were divided into two separate teams. They spread out and would form the second echelon to meet the attack after the cavalry charged.

"Prepare!"

The king's squire, Baran Farin, raised high in his hand the king's gleaming sword - the king was unwilling to take it up again, and began to ride and shout from the far left of the cavalry.

The sword in his hand swept across the lances in the hands of the cavalrymen, giving them the confidence to charge.

"charge!"

When Byran Farin reached the far right of the line, he shouted the charge.

As he shouted, the standard-bearer waved the flag and the cavalry began to charge towards the hill.

"For King Stannis!"

The charge of several hundred cavalrymen was enough to make the earth tremble and raise dust.

They are like Don Quixote charging at the windmills.

What were they thinking at this moment? Viserys stared over, trying to figure out what these people were feeling at the moment.

Viserys sat up and spread his great bat wings.

In an instant, the giant dragon on the low hill seemed to expand three times its size.

He took off, his wings flapping as he raised a cloud of dust. "Stannis of the Stormlands, I will lay your kingdom to rest with the wind."

Viserys took flight and began to fly towards the cavalry. He did not want to use fire, but simply used his wings to create a whistling wind, and dived towards the charging cavalry at great speed.

The airflow generated by a sixty-meter-tall dragon flapping its wings is comparable to a large storm, not to mention that Viserys can use his wings to release the magic of fanning.

These cavalrymen were undoubtedly doing useless work.

Their charge was futile except that the strong wind stirred by Viserys had blown them down, and their horses were spooked and run over, being trampled by their hooves.

The battle ended when Viserys flapped his wings and recoiled.

This was a battle of unequal strength, and Viserys only hoped that Stannis would have better luck and not die under the horse's hooves or the wind he blew. Viserys also planned to send him north to be the savior.

The plot here has been stuck for a long time. I was not satisfied with several versions I wrote, which even affected the normal update of the saved manuscripts. Finally, I chose this way to end it. I quickly sent Stannis to the Great Wall according to the outline plan and ended the plot here.

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